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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.