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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.