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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Can,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.