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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.