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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Television,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.