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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.