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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.