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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.