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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.