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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.