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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.