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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.