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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.