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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.