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 Spain 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.