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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
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The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.