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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.