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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
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Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.