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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Crime,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.