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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.