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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.