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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.