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 China and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.