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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.