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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
the Association,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.