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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.