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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.