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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Mars,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.