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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.