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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Standells,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
10cc,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.