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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.