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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.