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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.