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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.