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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.