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 Czech Republic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.