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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
the Association,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.