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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 DNA to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Index,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Faust,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.