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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.