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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.