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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.