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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.