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 Spain 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.