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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.