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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.