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 Albania and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.