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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.