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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.