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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Whodini,
cv313,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Scion,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.