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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.