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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.