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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.