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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.