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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
PIL,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.