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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.