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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.