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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.