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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.