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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.