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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.