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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.