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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.