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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.