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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.