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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.