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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.