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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.