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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.