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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Visage,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.