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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.