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 Gabon 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.