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 Korea South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.