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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.