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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.