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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.