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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.