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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.