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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.