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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.