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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.