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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.