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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.