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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.