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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.