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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.