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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.