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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.