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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.