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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.