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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.