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 Finland 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.