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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.