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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
cv313,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.