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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.