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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.