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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.