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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.