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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.