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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Deakin,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Monks,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.