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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.