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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.