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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.