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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.