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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.