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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.