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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.