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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Star Department,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.