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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.