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 United States and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Faust,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Scion,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.