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 Norway 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.