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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.