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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.