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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.