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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.