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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.