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 Nepal 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.