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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.