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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Nas,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.