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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.