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 Laos 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.