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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.