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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.