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 Ghana 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.