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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.