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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Television 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.