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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
The Busters,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.