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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.