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 Finland 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.