Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Fear,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.