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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.