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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABC to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.