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 Japan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.