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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.