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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.