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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.