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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.