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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Can,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.