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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.