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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.