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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.