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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Motorama,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.