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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.