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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.