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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
MC5,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Wire,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.