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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.