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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
PIL,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.