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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Fugs 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?
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.