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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.