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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.