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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.