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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.