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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.