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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.