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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.