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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
JFA,
John Cale,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.