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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.