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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.