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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.