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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.