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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.