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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
UT,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.