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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
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.