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 Australia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.