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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.