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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.