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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.