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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Brick,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.