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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.