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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.