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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.