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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Sound,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Technova,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.