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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
UT,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.