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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.