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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.