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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
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.