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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.