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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Wire,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.