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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Cluster,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.