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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Lalann,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.