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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.