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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Kinks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.