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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
CMW,
Can,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Japan,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.