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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.