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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.