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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.