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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.