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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.