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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.