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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.