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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.