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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.