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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.