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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.