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 Poland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
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,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.