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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.