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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.