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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.