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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
X-102,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.