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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Index,
MC5,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.