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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.