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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.