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 Mali 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.