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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.