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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Organ to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.