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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.