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 Cyprus 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Pole,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.