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 Angola 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.