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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.