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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.