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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
June of 44,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.