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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.