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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Gories,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.