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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.