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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.