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 Algeria 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.