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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.