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 France and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.