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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.