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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.