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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.