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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Deakin 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.