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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.