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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.