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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.