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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.