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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.