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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
the Association,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.