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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Ronan 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.