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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.