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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Make Up,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.