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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.