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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Index,
Wire,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.