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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.