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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.