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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.