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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.