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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.