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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.