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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.