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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Index,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.