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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.