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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.