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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Magma to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.