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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.