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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
UT,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.