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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Television,
JFA,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.