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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.