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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.