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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.