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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Television,
The Names,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.