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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.