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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.