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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.