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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
The Sound,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.