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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.