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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Nico,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.