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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.