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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.