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 China and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.