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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Can,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.