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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Move,
Magazine,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.