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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.