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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.