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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.