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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.