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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.