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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.