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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.