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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.