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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays 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 punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Magazine,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.