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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.