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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.