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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Saints 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Crime,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.