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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.