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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.