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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.