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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.