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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Cluster,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.