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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Young Rascals 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.