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 France 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.