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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
The Residents,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.