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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.