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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.