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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.