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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.