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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.