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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.