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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Index to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.