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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.