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 Mali 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.