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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.