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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.