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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.