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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.