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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.