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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.