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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.