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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.