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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.