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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.