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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.