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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.