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 Armenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.