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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.