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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.