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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.