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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.