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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.