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 Australia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.