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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.