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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.