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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Music Machine,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.