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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.