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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
The Sonics,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.