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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.