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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.