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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.