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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
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.