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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.