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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.