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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Japan,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.