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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.