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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.