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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Raincoats to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Scion,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.