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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.