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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
X-101,
Drexciya,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.