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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.