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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.