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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.