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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.