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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Slave,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.