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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.