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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.