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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.