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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.