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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.