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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.