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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Smog,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.