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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Wings,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
AZ,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.