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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Main Source,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
the Association,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.