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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.