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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
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.