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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.