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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.