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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.