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 Niger and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.