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 Belgium 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.