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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Misunderstood 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.