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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.