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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.