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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.