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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.