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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.