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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.