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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Can,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Wings,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.