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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.