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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
The Index,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.