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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.