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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.