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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.