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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.