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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.