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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.