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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.