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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.