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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.