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 Mali and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
X-101,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Move,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.