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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.