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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
UT,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.