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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.