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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.