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 Japan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
UT,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.