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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.