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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.