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 Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.