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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.