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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
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.