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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.