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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.