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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.