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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.