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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.