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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Can,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.