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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Ossler,
DNA,
Monks,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.