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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.