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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
X-102,
John Holt,
DNA,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.