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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Scion,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.