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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Chrome,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.