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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.