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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.