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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Roxette 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.