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 Poland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Franke,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.