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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.