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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Swans 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.