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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.