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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Sparks,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.