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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.