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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.