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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.