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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.