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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Ossler,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.