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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.