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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.