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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.