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 Mali 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.