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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.