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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.