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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.