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 Croatia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.