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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.