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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.