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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.