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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.