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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Fear,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.