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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.