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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.