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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Slave,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.