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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Organ,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.