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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.