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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.