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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.