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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.