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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.