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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
John Cale,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.