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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.