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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.