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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.