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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.