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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.