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 Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.