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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.