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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.