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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.