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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Can,
Zapp,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.