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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.