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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.