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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.