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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.