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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.