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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Index,
the Germs,
Nico,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.