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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.