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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover 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,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.