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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.