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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.