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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.