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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.