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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.