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 Croatia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Japan,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.