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 Iran 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.