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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.