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 Burundi 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Zapp,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.