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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.