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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.