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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.