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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.