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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.