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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.