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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.