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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.