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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.