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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.