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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.