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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.