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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.