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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.