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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.