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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.