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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.