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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.