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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.