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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.