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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.