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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.