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 Egypt 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.