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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.