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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.