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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.