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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.