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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Kayak,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.