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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Suicide,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.