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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.