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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.