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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.