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 Lesotho 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.