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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.