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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.