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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.