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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.