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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.