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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.