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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.