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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.