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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.