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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.