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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.