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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.