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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.