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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.