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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.