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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.