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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Ossler,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.