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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.