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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.