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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.