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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.