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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.