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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.