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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.