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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.