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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.