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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Index,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.