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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.